Silence was something that was rare in the one from apartment on the north side of New York, it was more usual for the owner to get complaints about being too loud.

It had been a lest 5 hours since the attack and America had been out cold, laying in his own small pool of blood that was now dry. The batman theme played loudly from the American jacket pocket making the blond stir, his eyes opened flashing a blood red before turning back to their normal baby blue. America slowly sat up, pulling his phone out and answer the incoming calling not even bothering to see who it was. "H-Hello? " his voice was scratchy like had been asleep for months making the person on the other side sigh.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted your nap Alfred, but I've been down here waiting for you to buzz me up the last half hour." The Canadian looked around him, and slightly smiled at a woman who had been staring at him weirdly the last 10 minutes. "Please hurry'"

America blinked and looked down at the caller ID surprised. "I didn't know you were coming over Mat," he smiled not caring. "I'll buzz you up right now!"

"thanks-" Canada sighed hearing the beep and put his phone away. "It's rude to hang up like that, but I shouldn't expect anything different. "

America got up and only to see the dried blood on the floor and his clothes, memories of the events that happened just hours ago flooded threw his head making him stumble onto his bed. A burning sensation came over him and the American held his head in pain, squeezing his eyes shut.

'dimitte me'

"What?" America's eyes went wide and he looked around his room, the pain disappearing. He sighed rubbing his head, "it was nothing Al, your just hallucinating." America stood up and walked over to his door, clicking the intercom. "Come on up Mat,"

"Took you long enough," America could only laugh, but he quickly went pale. His room still looked like a murder scene with him looking like the victim. The blond quickly made a dash to his room, throwing off his bloody clothes, covering the stain on the floor, making it look like a pile of dirty clothes as it hid the medium sized puddle. Just as he was about to place the shield back up on the wall, a somewhat loud knock came from the front door. "Fuck it!" With the shield still in his hands, America ran to his door opening it.

"Why hello there Mat," Canada could only stare at his brother not knowing what to say. America was wearing his Union Jack underwear that he had gotten from France last Christmas, with the Captain American shield in hand. "Nice of you to come over and see me," Canada sighed rubbing his temples before looking back at the horrifying sight before him. "Just what in the hell are you doing Al?"

"What do you mean dear brother of mine?"

"What are you wearing?!" America laughed pulling his brother inside. " You woke me up from my nap bro! And since we practically have the same body what's the use of putting on clothes?" Canada sighed once more and moved to sit down on the chair, but was pulled onto the couch with America cuddling close to him. "Ah! Let go of me Al, I don't want to cuddle with you if your not fully clothed!"

"Come on!" He wined. "This wouldn't be the first time we cuddled like this!~"

"That was when we we kids more than a hundred years ago!"

"Still don't care!"

After a good few minutes of messing around, Canada finally gave in to America's request and held his older brother in a hold. "Is there something wrong? Your never really one for cuddling lIke this." America was still cheerfully grinning, trying to hid any other emotions from exposing himself. "I'm fine, but I'm still wondering why you wanted to come over?"

"England wanted me to come over and check up on you, I'm not sure why." America smiled. "Dudes werid like that, how long were you plaining on staying?" Canada looked over at his brothers clock. "I still have to cook dinner for Gilbert, maybe in a hour or so." America frowned hearing the Prussian's name and stuck his tongue out. "Gilbert can feed him self, stay a till midnight. " Canada shook his head laughing. "I don't know whats up with you two, fighting over me like a bunch of children." America nuzzled his brother's cheek. "He's the only child, your my little bro so I'm the only one who deserves your love and endless pancakes!" Canada laughed shoving his brother onto the floor. "You dork," the two brothers laughed, America forgetting about the events earlier.

"Dammit all," Scotland tossed another book onto the floor, making Whales sigh putting it back where it belonged. "Would you please stop making a mess for me to clean up," Whales galred. Scotland ignored him picking out another book flipping threw the pages. "Fucking dammit!" He shoved the book back were it belonged' jumping down off the latter. "Find the key to the book case in the attic," Whales laughed. "You really think that Arthur could have cast a spell out of one those books? I mean, he could if he wanted to but those spells are illegal." Scotland sighed. "There not illegal, I just said that so you all would stay out of them." He looked at Whales. "One of the spells in those books killed off the Vikings, you really think I want a bunch of kids messing around with them?" Whales gulped and looked away from his brother's gaze. "I have no use knowing about that type of magic,"

"Good, now get me the damn key for the damn book case and meet me in the attic" Scotland started walking up the steps back onto the main floor. "You don't have to be a bully about it-"

"Shut it and hurry up!" Whales flinched and started to search for the keys.

5 minutes later, Whales made his was up the attic steps and was met with a pissed Scotland. "Took you long enough," Whales fumed. "I was 5 minuets Scot! Stop being impatient! " Scotland grunted and snached the keys from Whales, unlocking the bookcase. Whales took a step back getting a strange feeling from the old books. After skimming threw a few dusty books Scotland froze on a page, his eyes widening. "What is it?"

"W-Well," Scotland handed the book to Whales, who looked over to the page before dropping the book. "Oh m-my,"

"Oh my is a fucking understatement,"

I said it would be longer, the last chapter seemed more like a filler.

The part with Latin seemed a little little cliche, but who cares "not I!"

I gave you AmerCan fluff with a dash of PruCan, see you next chapter.

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